Yuya nods, seating himself right next to Strange and listening with rapt attention.

For the most part he just listens, except when there's feelings he can confirm he understands. That he knows how it's like to always fail to protect someone who matters, because he never did save Yuzu and kind of sucks at protecting Gongenzaka. That he hates not being strong enough for what feels like a simple desire, that he doesn't have power that others make look so easy. How much he misses Yuzu, too, and he's afraid of never making it back home to her and his family. Those feelings, Strange isn't alone in. Yuya struggles with them too, constantly.

When it's safe he puts a reassuring hand on his arm, and when the fire flares up he leans back just so that they don't add 'accidentally burned Yuya' to the list of things he's worrying about.

When it ends, his expression twists a little wryly. "You've been keeping a lot in, haven't you?"

He says it lightly, gently, but it's true. "It didn't fix everything, but... does it feel better to talk about it?"